Review & Spotlight: Walking the Edge by Zee Monodee #Romance

Left amnesiac after an accident, Amelia Jamison’s instincts
slowly rise from the depths of oblivion to question her life as the wife of a
cold, manipulating and distant man. Wisps of a dream show her another man she
may have known intimately, but is he a memory, or a figment of her imagination?

A man with too much
information

After many aliases, today Gerard Besson is simply a police commissaire in Marseille. When a
mysterious woman starts to follow him, he is suspicious. But things aren’t what
they seem, and as he reluctantly gets closer to her, dredges of his painful,
buried past spring to light and make him question her identity.

Each seems to have led
two different lives

But neither is prepared for what awaits them when they cross
the fine line between knowing your true self and that of your alter ego.

Danger is the name of the game, and as it catches up with
them in the French Provence, both know they better be ready for the inevitable
fall.

My Review

Pulse racing action, heart wrenching emotion, and hot sex. That’s a great
combination for any story. Ms. Monodee keeps the twist and turns coming, not
allowing the reader to figure it out what will happen next until it’s just
about to occur.

No story is complete without a character doing something
stupid. You know, the kind of event that makes a reader re-read the section to
make sure it actually happened? The heroine had one of those moments. I wish I could tell you what happened, but
let’s just say that she learned the error of her ways once it was all said and
done. I was able to forgive her because her motive made sense and she was such an
overall strong character (with an edge) that I couldn't hold it against her.

The attraction between the hero and heroine (to be honest I’m
not sure what names to call them anymore) was intense. I liked that the love
scenes balanced the action.

I’m looking forward to reading the stories of the other kick
ass women in the two remaining books of the series.

I received a copy of this book for an honest review, and I
was one happy girl about it.

I give this book five out of five gun shaped chocolate bars.

As she closed
her hands on the vials in the medicine cabinet, she froze. The plastic tubes
rolled with a clatter of shaking pills into the sunken marble sink.

Someone stood
there.

Oh, no.Peter.

Her breath
hitched in her throat as she sensed more than heard his approach, his Italian
loafers making no sound on the bedroom carpet, then on the polished floor tiles
of the en-suite. Like a stealthy big cat, a predator on the move... The closer
he got, the more she recoiled and cringed, dreading the feel of his cold, slimy
paws should they touch her.

He dipped his
head so his mouth would be level with her ear, and the whisper of his breath
teased her skin with a malevolent reek.

“There’s a good
girl.”

His tone
thrummed low, soft, chilling...with a hint of mockery, a distressing reminder
that he called the shots around the
house. Gone was the distant, detached man who had been by her side at the
hospital. In his place had settled a manipulating monster who took pleasure in
making her jump out of her skin.

Against her
will to not give in to his silent threat, her body shook with subtle tremors.
The one vial of medicine still in her palm rattled with a nerve-wracking jangle
as the pills inside danced from the involuntary movement. Couldn’t she be made
of sterner stuff? Why did he have this effect on her, damn it?

Peter placed
his cold hand onto hers and rubbed his long fingers along her wrist. She
yearned to shrink back from the creepy, reptilian touch, but she couldn’t move.
He’d make her do what she didn’t want.

He’d make her
take the drugs.

Misery
threading an icy path down her spine and into her soul as he reached for the
small bottles. Her lower lip trembled to contain a sob, and she bit down on the
flesh so hard, the coppery tang of blood flooded her taste buds, making her
yearn to retch even more.

“Seems like you
need to rest, Millie.”

His still-low
voice sliced her like a thousand shards of sharp crystal, stabbing into her gut
and at her pounding heart. He took one pill from each of the white vials, and
two from the pink one, before he cradled her hand in his and placed the little
spheres in her palm.

After putting
the medicine bottles back in the cabinet, he swung the door closed. The mirror
on the panel reflected their images. She stifled a gasp when the visual
confirmation that he stood so close drove home. What a devastatingly handsome
man; tall, with pale skin as flawless as the most precious Italian marble. His
eyes had a unique, deep green hue, and locks of his expertly cut dark hair—the
shade as intense as gleaming mahogany—brushed his wide forehead, which tapered
down to an otherwise lean face. But no soul existed behind that façade. Nothing
but darkness... And she couldn’t let him win. Ever.

In this stand-alone prequel to the explosive Corpus Brides romantic
suspense/espionage series, found out how everything started when one of the
agency’s deadliest became the target of a rogue faction.

Before the morning

...is the time of
greater darkness...

A trained killer with
borderline sociopathic tendencies

Rayne Cheltham traced out her life's path when she was
twelve: she would marry her best friend and bear his children, and in the
process, stifle the restless edge in her. When he vows never to marry, she
gives in to the darkness and becomes a clandestine agent—until the day he walks
into her world again, and her carefully fabricated façade crumbles.

A former cop burned by
life and his personal demons

When Ash Gilfoy meets a woman who reminds him of his
childhood best friend, he starts upon a path that leads him down into the abyss
once again. The day Rayne waltzes back into his life, he knows she is his
second chance, and the one who will save him.

Each thinks the other
is their redemption...until they discover how deep darkness goes inside both of
them

The secrets between them make them sit on a keg of gunpowder
with a lit fuse in their hands. Rayne’s whole life is built on a lie, and the
truth is threatening to explode in their faces. But that is not the only menace
they have to face. Someone is out to get Rayne, and she must disclose her
secret past before it is too late.

Can Rayne and Ash survive all that’s thrown in their path?
Can they hang on to the last thread of their relationship, and can they emerge,
still together and still alive, in the morning after the deepest darkness?

Releasing March 2, 2015

Let Mercy Come
(Corpus Brides Book 3: The Conclusion)

In this stunning conclusion to the Corpus Brides Trilogy, find out what happens when the dust settles
in the aftermath of the mutiny inside their ranks. Danger is still lurking,
though... as is death...

Let mercy come

...and wash away our
sins...

A woman on the run

Valeriya Morozova has managed to carve out a do-over for
herself away from the clutches of the Corpus
agency. The one formerly known as Anastasiya still lives on the edge, paranoid
anyone will bust her secret and turn her in. Agency leaders believe her to be
at the heart of the failed mutinous plot to overtake command, and the price of
that betrayal—never mind that she is innocent—will be her life, paid in blood.

A man who’s always
followed orders

In his decades inside the Corpus agency, case officer and former super-spy Graeme Whitman—aka
Scott—has always paid heed to rules and obeyed all his orders. When he is
chosen to bring the traitor Anastasiya back into the fold, Scott knows it will
be just one more job he will successfully complete. After all, doing the right
thing is atonement for your past mistakes, right?

Secrets running deep

Scott has secrets; who doesn’t? But he isn’t prepared for
the full cupboard of skeletons Anastasiya carries with her...starting with the
reason why she ran away from the agency. The more he digs, the less he is
certain of, until he comes to ask himself why everyone has falsely painted her
as a hard-hearted sociopath.

But is Anastasiya a victim, or a skilful manipulator? When
her past collides with her present, the future as both she and Scott conceived
it shatters. They’ve answered the call of duty all their lives—will they have
to make the ultimate sacrifice in the name of love?

Zee hails from the multicultural, rainbow-nation island of
Mauritius, in the southern Indian Ocean, where she grew up on the figurative
fence—one side had her ancestors’ Indian and Muslim culture; the other had
modernity and the global village. When one day she realised she could dip her
toes into both sides without losing her integrity, she found her identity.

This quest for ‘finding your place’ is what she attempts to
bring in all her stories, across all the genres she writes. Her heroines
represent today’s women trying to reconcile love, life, & relationships in
a melting pot of cultures, while her heroes are Alpha men who often get put
back into their rightful place by the headstrong women she writes. Love is
always a winner in her stories, though; that’s a given.